[Lyric] Hand bill (Ough)

A root crowns through the wire
Candied quarter in the corner
Captive Mr. in the pointer finger

Whatever's flying's just staples in the air
Clothesline from ear to ear
Fetuses tied at the collar
Hang the windows from them
So that every window's on the same floor

Now we know where to write
Where to find the light
And where to cheat time
For second dinners
For double features
The illusion of more evenings

To share?
To not share?
Try again?
Take your gloves off
Stay awhile

I just zig-zagged over the floor tiles with a rag clamped under my foot